The Hidden Legend: The Only Surviving Golden Crow!

Chapter 85 Hidden Legend: The Only Surviving Golden Crow!

In Dijiang's view, Hou Yi, after so many years of training in the Pangu Temple, is now, even if he is not as good as the Ancestral Witch, he can be considered the number one Great Witch, and dealing with a few Golden Crows is naturally not a problem.

It is said that during their escape, the ten little golden crows saw that the huge figure behind them was not chasing them, and even looked back.

Seeing Kuafu perish, the ten little golden crows were filled with righteous indignation, and immediately felt that they had done a great thing for the demon race.

They actually turned around and headed towards Buzhou Mountain.

Chen Jing, who had been following behind, had a cold smile on his face. They were lining up to go to their deaths.

However, he naturally wouldn't remind these little golden crows; this was the result he wanted, or rather, he wanted the last little golden crow.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow stained with Hou Yi's blood pierced the void and flew towards the joyfully galloping golden crows.

Although these golden crows were very fast, they were caught off guard and there was a huge difference in strength, so how could they stop Hou Yi's terrifying arrow?

As expected, the golden crow at the head of the formation was pierced through, its body and spirit were penetrated, and it fell straight down.

Upon seeing their elder brother instantly killed, the remaining little golden crows immediately panicked.

They immediately scattered and tried to flee, confident in their speed, especially after exhausting the enormous witch clan member.

However, the fate of these little golden crows was already sealed when the Lich War began.

No matter how fast they were, they couldn't escape Hou Yi's grasp.

Just as they were about to flee in all directions, a huge maze descended and enveloped them.

Chen Jing, hidden in the void, looked towards a place a million miles away. He could sense faint spatial fluctuations there, indicating that someone had used the rules of the Heavenly Dao to set up such a maze.

That person's methods were very clever; if he hadn't been paying close attention, he probably wouldn't have noticed.

All traces of jaundice have been completely erased. Such a method is impossible for an ordinary quasi-saint. The one who can manipulate the rules of heaven and earth must be that Western saint hiding in the shadows.

However, Chen Jing was not afraid at all. After the Qiankun Mirror was completely refined, he was not worried at all that the distant saint would be able to discover his existence.

Not to mention, in his guess, it was just a sage's corpse-severing clone.

What he didn't know was whether the saint hiding in the shadows was Jieyin or Zhunti.

Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to use his divine sense to investigate; doing so would only reveal his existence and current location.

He made no unusual moves, so the sage couldn't detect them. However, if he did make any unusual moves, then things would be different.

Just after the maze descended, the several golden crows flapping their wings circled inside.

Soon, Hou Yi arrived, flying through the air in his own body.

He didn't know why these golden crows were behaving this way. Hou Yi, who had originally thought it would take some effort, now had a ferocious smile on his angry face.

"Since you've killed my brother, then you'll all pay with your lives!"

Hou Yi roared, his murderous aura rising, his eyes flashing with cold light, and he drew back his magic bow, which was loaded with three arrows.

Whoosh.

Three arrows shot out simultaneously, carrying immense force, heading towards the golden crows trapped in the maze.

The heavens and earth trembled, and one could imagine that Hou Yi, enraged beyond measure, unleashed all his power.

Hearing the whistling of the arrow and feeling the terrifying aura emanating from it, the golden crows screamed and fled in all directions, but all their efforts were in vain.

A series of mournful cries rang out, and Chen Jing saw that the three arrows had unsurprisingly pierced through the bodies of three of the golden crows.

Immediately afterwards, the physical body, burning with the true fire of the sun, fell from the sky with a ball of fire.

Moreover, all three fell at the same time.

Watching their brothers fall one after another, these little golden crows who ran wild on the prehistoric continent because of their playfulness, perhaps only now will they realize their mistake!

Chen Jing had no idea what they were thinking.

However, he knew that the fate of these ten little golden crows might have been predetermined at birth.

Destiny.

The destiny ordained by Heaven.

In this primordial world, all living beings, including quasi-saints, saints, and even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, are all banners of the Heavenly Dao.

Why were there so many great calamities in the primordial world? It is because the Heavenly Dao needs a great deal of nourishment to perfect itself.

Thinking back to the great calamity of the dragon and phoenix, the war between the three races ended in nothing. Countless people perished, and their blood and souls became the nourishment needed for the advancement of the Heavenly Dao after their deaths.

And isn't this great calamity of the Lich King just the same?

The primordial beings cultivated themselves in order to attain sainthood and achieve enlightenment. The Heavenly Dao also needed to advance, but it pursued something even higher than the primordial beings.

Therefore, if one does not attain enlightenment or transcendence in this primordial world, one cannot escape the destiny set for you by the Heavenly Dao.

Looking at the few golden crows still circling in the distance, Hou Yi's eyes were filled with endless hatred, not only for their own personal grudges, but also for the hatred between the witch and demon races.

Every year, countless lives are lost at the hands of the other race, a hatred that runs deep in their bones.

Only the complete annihilation of one side can dispel this hatred.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

Three more arrows shot through the air, carrying an aura as heavy as ten thousand pounds, and pierced through the bodies of three of the golden crows once again.

Chen Jing stood aside, coldly watching the golden crows fall one by one.

His expression was calm, showing neither hatred for the demon race nor pity for these naive little golden crows. The only thing he showed was the brightness and determination in his eyes.

To attain enlightenment and transcendence, and to gain mastery over oneself.

He did not want to be like those little golden crows, subject to the whims of fate; he wanted to take control of his own life.

Three golden crows, like tiny suns, plummeted downwards, accompanied by a sky full of flames.

After Hou Yi's repeated interventions, only one little golden crow remained in the maze.

At this moment, Chen Jing was also intently watching the little golden crow, intending to use it to verify a certain legend from his past life.

In the great calamity of the previous life of the Investiture of the Gods, a mysterious Taoist named Lu Ya appeared. In his first appearance, he used the Seven Arrows of Nailhead to kill his current fifth senior brother, Zhao Gongming. Later, he killed Yu Yuan, the disciple of the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit, with the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

Legend has it that Lu Ya Dao Ren was the last surviving Golden Crow among the ten princes of the demon race.

Chen Jing believed that he must have received some kind of inheritance.

Nine golden crow corpses fell down and landed on the ground below.

Although each corpse had lost all trace of life, the true fire of the sun surrounding them had not been extinguished, and the area below had become a sea of ​​fire.